I don’t know about you, but I just spent the last hour as a member of elite unit of bobbies in London using my newly-developing psychokinetic powers to battle an evil, psychotic killer. Oh, and he also had psychokinetic powers, and was maybe possessed.
Oddly, only the ending of the dream – the part where most of the other bobbies and I were cut in a thousand places, beaten, burned, and left paralyzed in a house filling with natural gas while the killer assumed the form of a wild boar with glowing eyes to take care of the last of our group – had any nightmare qualities.
The rest of the dream was spent playing baseball (without ever touching the “ball,” of course) with giant crystals, or sometimes granite boulders, wandering around the quaint little town of London, and playing free skee ball at the county fair.
I guess that’s what I get for watching Miyazaki when I’m tired.
http://xkcd.com/203/
:-)